"Ed, your son is overreacting about this young woman. He thinks she doesn't want him. I say he came on too strong and to just wait out."
"Ellie…"
"What?" My mom shrugs innocently.
Nothing about Elizabeth Masen is innocent.
I was conceived in the back of my father's van because she "thought the waves moved me just right."
Innocent my ass.
"We don't need to discuss this at dinner. Dr. Garrett said that if she doesn't reach out to me by New Years, then I can call her to make sure she's okay to work with me next semester." I say glumly.
I really hope it doesn't come to that.
My father looks at my mother and then at me. Clearing his throat, he wipes his mouth. "Son...if this girl is important to you, and based on what your mother has said, she is," I grunt in confirmation. "Then I think you should reach out to her the day after Christmas. Don't want to take her focus away from her family but also gives you peace of mind before you put a hole in my wall."
Ah, my father. How he knows me so well.
Not well enough because as soon as I sit down on my bed and look around what used to be my childhood bedroom, I make the decision.
I'll be patient.
I'll wait until New Years.
Despite the fact that I know everyone thinks I'm dramatic and selfish when it comes to people and women, I can be patient.
Isabella Marie Swan is not just some woman I'm obsessed over. She's not just a pretty young thing to scratch an itch.
I knew from the moment I saw her, that she was it.
The One.
And because of that...I'll give her time.